Katniss Dress Interview Novels & Stories

“You’re going to help me, right?” Kael focused intently on his meal. “Eat faster.” “Traitor.” Jaxen muttered, bolting from the table like a man fleeing execution. I cleared my throat and turned to Kael. “So… about the dress.” He looked at me blankly, mouth still full. “How do we even get one?” I continued, watching for any reaction. “Would I really look like a misplaced warrior in one? I’ve worn dresses before. I’m still the same person… right?”

"Really? Where?" "Jonzx Haiè International." Her squeal caused me to drift the phone backwards a little. "Are you serious right now?" "You bet your fucking ass I'm serious." I chuckled. "I'll need your help with what to wear-" "Say no more." She interrupted and hang up. *** Thursday had finally arrived. Rose had made sure to dress me in the best style for an interview. I had on a white button down shirt with grey pants and the only expensive black Michael Kors hand bag Rose had. She had packed my black mid-spinalcord length hair in a bun and lent me her grey heels.

Anna stood behind the crew with her arms crossed. She looked straight ahead, to be exact, at Kate posing in a white polka dot midi dress. It was a photo shoot for a magazine as well as an interview. "Kate, can you jump with a cheerful face?" asked the woman near Anna. She was the stylist of the magazine. Kate nodded, then resumed the session. She followed her lead by jumping several times while smiling and laughing. This time, the theme was cheerful. That was why the polka-dot dress was also colorful.

CALANTHA A COUPLE OF HOURS LATER I let out a frustrated sigh as I stood in front of the full-length mirror, staring at the dress I had on. It was a long, thin spaghetti strap dress. Simple, not flashy—but somehow, it still felt like too much. That was what bothered me. I didn’t know if I was overdressed or underdressed for wherever Kaiden was taking me. He had messaged me earlier, telling me to get ready because his guards were coming to pick me up. When I asked where we were going, he only said it was a surprise.

I should have charged them extra. “All right, I think we're ready,” Kelly, the interviewer, said, dropping into a seat to my left and giving me a winning smile. As though she needed a smile like that with legs like those. I watched as she carefully crossed her long, tanned, muscular limbs in front of her and carefully arranged her navy skirt. When she leaned toward me, clearly trying to appear friendly for the cameras, I caught a glimpse of a lacy, black bra beneath her gray shirt. Maybe she wasn't quite as straight-laced and prim as she appeared to be.

She staggered, her heart pounding hard against her chest. Now the interviewer was talking to her and so she planted her feet firmly on the ground to save herself from reeling. “How are you gorgeous?” “Fantastic” She forced a smile. Nat pressed his hands firmer again. They shared a brief glance where his gentle nod assured her that he was with her. “And what are you wearing?” “I—the words didn’t come out. She took a deep breath then went on. “I’m wearing Pearl green by Zara Carter”. “Who’s that?” the interviewer didn’t seem to know.

"Thank you, Anthony." "I will attempt to keep him from mass killing the building for another twenty minutes. Ensure you arrive before the clock runs out." The line goes dead at his final order. I drop the phone into my pocket and rush towards my room. If I'm ignoring the media and my reputation, I've one dress that will make me at least look good. I search through my wardrobe till I find my Vibekara French Retro dress. It's a polka dot textured formal dress with a puff sleeve. Its chest is the highlight and the slit makes it a bit racy which I hope comes to good work. I pick up my assigned submissive necklace and a shoe to match. BANKS POV

“I love that I can always rely on you. You’re the responsible one.” “How’d he even know that, though?” Kat asked. Renee looked her over. “It’s kind of obvious. I mean, look at what you’re wearing.” “What do you mean?” Kat had thought out her outfit very carefully. She was wearing a pale green dress that made her dark hair look even darker and her green eyes pop. She had on a soft white cardigan to cover her bare arms. It was conservative and cute, perfect for a wedding, but it certainly wasn’t a bridesmaid dress. She didn’t want it to compete with the bridal party.

CHAPTER 83 YANA "The dress is so gorgeous. Do you know how much it's worth?" Kennedy gushes as she takes a step away from me after helping with the zip. I stare at myself in the mirror, my hand running over the fabrics on my curve. The dress was exquisite to say the least. It's a red mock neck sleeveless cinched seam maxi dress that hugs my body so well, highlighting my curves. I think it's been a while since I totally fell in love with a dress and the way it looks on me just increased my self confidence. It's a chef kiss.

"No, that's impossible. Calhoun saw the price tag before he paid for you, the man has more than enough to spend on you." "But.." "No more protests, Kristen. You're wearing this dress for Calhoun." Twenty minutes later, I am standing in front of the full-length mirror, cursing whatever I can curse because my friends literally force me into the dress. It fits perfectly, hugging all of my subtle curves. Calhoun does have a good eye and it's shocking to realize he knows my size of clothing. The slit of the dressing starts from my upper thigh, exposing my leg, and my back is bare too.